Otter Creek obsidian

we can do a time skip to after or fade here, up to you <3

if there was one thing treva knew how to do, it was command. but she did not need words to command others.

teeth would seek to comb the fur of his nape briefly.

then she'd pull away once more. body language would convey promises she would keep in a flag of her tail and sway of hips. momentary bliss would await them, if he truly sought to keep his devout ways going.